poetry/living the life of a millennial

The Struggle

Cry on the floor if you must. Grab a pillow and sob if it helps. Let your feelings of guilt or shame anger and fear fall out of you.

So stay close to me darling. Keep your eyes wide open. Forgive me, when I test you often. Be patient when I over analyze, And freak out over nothing.

You slay me.

Let us wander, dear boy. Into that dark cold night. Let us walk hand in hand. Into the gazing starlight.

And didn’t anyone ever tell you? Real friends don’t use each other.

I wanted to be so in love with you wrap myself so deep In.

The stars align. A ship is home. The future arrives swiftly like a storm.

He makes me come loud. He makes me come softly but swift. He makes me want to breathe and take my time through this state I’m in.

For there is honor in a good death especially the daily death of everyday living.

I hurt